The memories of all humanity are awakening, except for mine.

"Master, we came here from the Kunlun Secret Realm; we should not cause any unforeseen complications."

Upon hearing the words "Kunlun Secret Realm," Lu Jianxiong finally calmed down.

He glared at Ye Qiu fiercely, then turned and left.

Wu Shuang bowed apologetically to Ye Qiu, winked at Jiang Chuan, and then followed her master away.

Ye Qiu watched the two leave, shook his head and chuckled, then turned to look at Jiang Chuan.

"Brother Jiang, it seems you know a top student from Huoshenshan Hospital?"

Before Jiang Chuan could answer, Xiao Man suddenly broke free from his arms, blushing as she retreated to the side.

Seeing this, Ye Qiu found it somewhat amusing.

"Oops, did I disturb something?"

"Master Ye!"

Xiao Man stomped her foot and pouted coquettishly, showing no trace of the panic she had just displayed.

Jiang Chuan coughed lightly, changing the subject.

"The feud between Brother Ye and Elder Lu."

"It's old stuff, let's not talk about it."

Ye Qiu waved his hand and suddenly lowered his voice.

"Brother Jiang, Fengyue Tower is no longer safe. You'd better leave Longhai as soon as possible."

Before Jiang Chuan could ask any further questions, Ye Qiu had already leaped into the air and disappeared into the horizon as a streak of light.

"Young Master Jiang"

Xiao Man timidly tugged at Jiang Chuan's sleeve.

"The host asked me to tell you that the secret passage is still in the same place."

Jiang Chuan gave her a deep look.

"Please thank the original poster for me."

Xiao Man smiled sweetly, about to say something, when she suddenly heard a whooshing sound.

Turning around, I saw a white figure return – it was Wu Shuang!

"Jiang Chuan!"

Wu Shuang landed on the wrecked deck on her sword, her eyes filled with joy.

"It's really you!"

"Wu Shuang."

Jiang Chuan couldn't help but smile.

"It's been years, and your winter solstice performance has become even more impressive."

Wu Shuang proudly raised her chin.

"Of course! I am a once-in-a-century swordsmanship genius from Huoshenshan!"

As she spoke, she looked at Xiaoman with curiosity.

"Who is this"

"The sassy young lady from the brothel."

Jiang Chuan gave a brief introduction.

Wu Shuang nodded, then suddenly leaned close to Jiang Chuan's ear and whispered.

"I lied to my master and said I was going to track down Ye Qiu's whereabouts, but actually I have something to tell you."

Jiang Chuan understood and gave Xiao Man an apologetic smile.

"Miss, we have some private matters to discuss."

Xiao Man obediently gave a curtsy.

"Please make yourself at home, sir. I'll go and attend to the other guests now."

After saying that, she gracefully left, her silhouette elegant and alluring.

Wu Shuang watched her retreating figure, lost in thought.

"This girl is no ordinary person."

Jiang Chuan nodded.

"The waters of the brothel are very deep."

He paused.

"You said you had something to tell me?"

Wu Shuang came back to her senses, a look of nostalgia appearing on her face.

Do you remember the first time we met? You were only this tall then.

She gestured that it was less than shoulder height.

"You insist on seeing my sword-nurturing gourd, and when I refuse, you tickle me."

Jiang Chuan couldn't help but chuckle.

"As a result, you cried your eyes out, which made me get punished by my master to copy the Sword Classic three hundred times."

The two smiled at each other, and the memories of their childhood made the joy of their reunion even more genuine.

As he was laughing, Jiang Chuan suddenly thought of something, and his expression became complicated.

"Speaking of Ye Qiu, which your master just mentioned..."

Wu Shuang waved her hand.

"Don't even mention it. Master has held a grudge against Senior Ye Qiu all these years."

She lowered her voice.

"It's said to be because of a female cultivator surnamed Xie."

"Surname Xie?"

Jiang Chuan was startled.

Could it be...?

Wu Shuang didn't notice his unusual behavior and continued.

"I heard it from the gossip of the senior sisters in the mountains. They said that Senior Ye Qiu and Senior Xie were in love back then, but my master also... sigh, it was a tragic love affair."

Jiang Chuan's breathing quickened slightly—a female cultivator surnamed Xie? Could it be his master, Xie Xuan? But his master was clearly a man. Or perhaps...
"Jiang Chuan? What's wrong?"

Wu Shuang finally realized that something was wrong with him.

"nothing."

Jiang Chuan forced a smile.

"It's just that I remembered my master's surname was also Xie, and..."

Moreover, he has been missing for many years.

Wu Shuang suddenly realized what was happening and slapped her forehead in frustration.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to thank him, senior."

She quickly changed the subject.

"By the way, your cultivation has already reached the Great Perfection of the Third Realm? That's such rapid progress!"

Jiang Chuan nodded in agreement with her words.

"Just lucky. What about you?"

"Mid-stage of the Fourth Realm!"

Wu Shuang proudly shook the sword-nurturing gourd.

"The Kunlun Secret Realm will open next spring, and I'll be one of the disciples leading the team from Huoshenshan!"

"The Kunlun Secret Realm?"

Jiang Chuan was taken aback.

"It's that one that opens only once every fifty years."

"That's right!"

Wu Shuang nodded excitedly.

"It is said that the legacy of an ancient sword immortal has appeared in this secret realm, and all sects will send elite disciples there."

"Your Cloud Sea Immortal Sect will definitely send people too. Will you participate?"

Jiang Chuan smiled bitterly.

"Given my current situation"

Wu Shuang then remembered that Jiang Chuan was wanted throughout the city, and bit her lip in annoyance.

"I'm sorry, I forgot. But don't worry, I'll find out who framed you!"

Jiang Chuan felt a warmth in his heart.

"Thank you. But this is my own business, and I don't want to involve you."

"What nonsense!"

Wu Shuang glared at him with displeasure.

"We are..."

Jiang Chuan stood on the deck of the giant ship on Moonlit Lake, feeling the spiritual energy fluctuations within his body that had been deliberately suppressed.

If it weren't for the trial in the Kunlun Secret Realm, he would have already broken through to the fourth realm.

"Senior brother, look at my sword-nurturing gourd."

Wu Shuang approached with a worried expression.

"I have enough spiritual power, but the fourth flying sword just won't come out."

Jiang Chuan turned to look at his junior sister, who was two years younger than him, with a slight smile.

"What's the rush? The Kunlun Secret Realm is about to open; perhaps we can find a breakthrough opportunity inside."

Wu Shuang pursed her lips and counted on her fingers.

"I've almost finished nurturing the three flying swords—the Winter Solstice, the Wandering Bird, and the Awakening of Insects—but the fourth one, the Summer Solstice, just won't come out."

She looked up and gazed into the distance.

"If only the advisor were here, he would definitely know where the problem lies."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a blinding sword light suddenly burst forth in the sky.

Two figures crossed paths in the clouds, their sword energy crisscrossing, stirring up waves several meters high on the surface of Moonlit Lake.

The giant ship rocked violently, and the monks on the deck were thrown about, some even onto the ice, groaning in pain.

"It's them!"

Wu Shuang exclaimed in surprise, gripping the ship's railing tightly. Jiang Chuan squinted, finally recognizing the two combatants in the air—Lu Jianxiong, clad in flowing white robes, wielding a long sword that gleamed like a dragon.

Ye Qiu's black clothes fluttered in the wind, and his sword moves were unpredictable and ever-changing.

Each collision between the two caused a violent tremor in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Lu Jianxiong suddenly sheathed his sword and stepped back, shouting at Ye Qiu.

"Old Ghost Ye, your swordsmanship has deteriorated significantly!"

Ye Qiu's face darkened, but he seemed to understand something and let out a cold snort.

"Lu Jianxiong, if you have the guts, let's fight again outside the city!"

After saying that, it transformed into a streak of black light and sped away from the city.

Lu Jianxiong followed closely behind, glancing at Jiang Chuan discreetly before leaving.

Jiang Chuan understood and nodded slightly.

"Master!"

Wu Shuang stamped her foot in frustration and was about to chase after him on her sword.

Jiang Chuan grabbed her arm.

"Stop chasing. The city's protective formation has been activated. With your cultivation level, you can't get out."

Wu Shuang's eyes reddened with anxiety.

"But the advisor..."

"Do not worry."

Jiang Chuan said.

"Those two old guys can't do anything to each other, they'll come back when they're tired of fighting."

Suddenly, the sound of orderly footsteps came from the direction of the lake shore.

Jiang Chuan turned his head and saw a group of soldiers in black armor marching in formation. The leader was none other than General Zeng Xianming.

"Rescue!"

At Zeng Xianming's command, hundreds of armored soldiers boarded small boats and rowed towards the wreckage in the lake.

Jiang Chuan's eyes turned slightly cold, and his right hand unconsciously rested on his sword.

This action was witnessed by two top courtesans from the nearby brothel, Fan Su and Xiao Man.

A glint flashed in Xiao Man's eyes, and she was about to signal Zeng Xianming, but Fan Su stopped her with a look.

"Senior brother, the soldiers from the Military Command have come to rescue people, let's go help!"

Wu Shuang tugged at Jiang Chuan's sleeve.

Jiang Chuan withdrew his gaze and forced a smile.

"it is good."

The two took off on their swords, about to fly towards the person who had fallen into the water, when suddenly a powerful pressure descended from the sky, forcing them back onto the deck.

"Jiang Chuan!"

Zeng Xianming stood in mid-air, his voice like thunder.

"You assassinated Prince Zhao Weiyuan of Yan. The evidence against you is irrefutable. Surrender now!"

The roar shook the lake, causing ripples to spread across its surface, and all the cultivators looked at Jiang Chuan in shock.

Wu Shuang stared wide-eyed at her senior brother.

"Senior brother, what... what's going on?"

Jiang Chuan sneered and shielded Wu Shuang behind him.

"General Zeng, you have quite the imposing presence. I wonder when I, Jiang, became an assassin?"

Zeng Xianming looked down at him and said sternly.

"You killed Prince Zhao with a single sword strike in full view of everyone, and you still want to deny it? The Yan delegation has already put pressure on the Great Zhou court. If we don't take you down today, war will surely break out between our two countries!"

An uproar erupted on the lake. The death of the Yan prince within the borders of the Great Zhou was indeed a major event capable of triggering a war.

Jiang Chuan remained calm and unhurried.

"What a fine 'under the watchful eyes'! Where are the 'watchful eyes' that General Zeng spoke of? I, Jiang, have only arrived at Moonlit Lake today and haven't even seen Prince Zhao's face yet. How could I possibly assassinate him?"

Zeng Xianming's expression changed slightly.

"Stop making excuses! Guards, seize him!"

More than ten elite armored soldiers took to the air and surrounded Jiang Chuan.

Wu Shuang was so anxious that she drew Youming's sword.

"You can't wrong an innocent person!"

Jiang Chuan pressed down on Wu Shuang's wrist and whispered.

"Don't be impulsive, they're framing you."

He looked up and stared directly at Zeng Xianming, his voice suddenly rising.

"General Zeng is so eager to convict me, could it be that he's trying to cover something up?"

Zeng Xianming was somewhat flustered, but his panic was quickly replaced by anger.

"Bold maniac!"

He suddenly struck out with his palm, and the pressure of the Supreme Realm pressed down on Jiang Chuan.

Jiang Chuan was prepared, and his natal flying sword was instantly drawn.

"JX3, Sunset Over the Long River!"

In an instant, the lake surface boiled. It wasn't the water that boiled, but the sword energy!

Countless cyan sword energies burst forth from Jiang Chuan's body, converging in front of him to form a surging river of sword energy.

The Sword River flowed mightily, each drop of water a small sword, colliding with each other to produce a metallic clang.

Even more astonishingly, a great sun was rising and falling in the middle of the Jian River, its light shining brightly and illuminating the entire Moonlit Lake as if it were daytime.

Zeng Xianming's blood claws collided with Jianhe, producing a deafening explosion.

His expression changed drastically as he felt a surge of powerful sword intent rushing through his arm and into his meridians, forcing him to withdraw his attack and retreat several steps before regaining his footing.

"Transcendent Realm Four?!"

"You are clearly only at the third level of the Mortal Realm, so how can you unleash the sword intent of the fourth level?"

Jiang Chuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and with a flick of his sword, the great sun in the Sword River suddenly exploded, transforming into thousands of sword lights that poured down on Zeng Xianming.

"General Zeng, you rely too much on realm classification. How can the pinnacle of swordsmanship be measured by mere realms?"

In a moment of haste, Zeng Xianming unleashed both palms, creating a blood-red barrier in front of him.

The sword light flashed like rain, striking the barrier with a dense "clanging" sound.

With each sound, the barrier dimmed a little, and Zeng Xianming's face paled a little more.

"impossible!"

Zeng Xianming was filled with shock and disbelief.

"To advance from the third to the fourth realm requires traversing a tribulation of lightning; how could he possibly cross this insurmountable barrier?"

He suddenly realized that he might have made a fatal mistake—underestimating the strength of the Cloud Sea Immortal Sect.

Just as Zeng Xianming was about to give up, a clear, cold female voice pierced the night sky.

"Zeng Xianming, you deceived my Yunhai disciples in the name of the imperial court. Did you even ask me, Wu Shuang, for permission?"

A white light streaked across the sky, heading straight for Zeng Xianming's back.

It was a flying sword that was pure white, with wisps of cold air wrapped around its blade. Wherever it passed, a thin layer of ice instantly formed on the lake surface.

"Winter Solstice Sword!"

Zeng Xianming turned around hastily, barely avoiding a fatal blow, but his left shoulder was still slashed open by the sword energy, and blood immediately stained his armor red.

Wu Shuang stood in mid-air, riding on the flying sword "Youming".

She was dressed in pure white, her face was cold and stern, but her eyes burned with anger.

The imperial court and the common people should keep to themselves; you have crossed the line today.

Zeng Xianming covered his wound and grinned maliciously.

"What arrogance, Fairy Wu! Jiang Chuan is suspected of murdering a prince. I was ordered to arrest him. How can you say I overstepped my bounds?"

"Where's the evidence?"

Wu Shuang questioned in a cold voice.

"You want to take down my Yunhai disciples based on just a few rumors?"

Zeng Xianming was speechless, and then became furious.

"Why should I explain my actions to you? Since you insist on interfering, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Just as he was about to make another move, a long laugh suddenly came from afar.

"General Zeng, why get angry? Why bother with reasoning when dealing with these roughnecks?"

A gray figure flew through the air, holding a whisk and wearing a flowing Taoist robe. He appeared to be a Taoist immortal, but his face carried an incongruous coldness.

"Deng Yinhe!"

Wu Shuang's pupils contracted.

"The head retainer of the Liang Prince's Mansion, a rogue Daoist cultivator, with the cultivation level of the Supreme Realm!"

Deng Yinhe landed lightly beside Zeng Xianming, flicked his whisk, and laughed.

"Fairy Wu has good eyesight. Now that you know my name, why don't you leave at once?"

Jiang Chuan snorted coldly.

"Master Deng is also a Taoist practitioner, so why is he willing to be a lackey of the imperial court?"

"lackey?"

Deng Yinhe laughed instead of getting angry.

"Little brat, you're too naive. This world ultimately belongs to the imperial court. You so-called martial arts sects are nothing but grasshoppers in autumn, you won't be able to hop around for long."

Having said that, the whisk in his hand suddenly swelled, and the whisk tail transformed into a long silver river that coiled around the river.

The Milky Way is dotted with stars, each one containing terrifying power.

"Sword Two, Meteor!"

Jiang Chuan flicked his sword, and his natal flying sword transformed into a streak of azure meteor, heading towards the Milky Way.

A strange scene happened.

After the flying sword pierced into the Milky Way, it seemed to sink into the sea like a mud ox, its speed decreasing drastically.

The Milky Way seemed to possess a life of its own, swiftly coiling around the flying sword and binding it firmly. (End of Chapter)